Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from United Kingdom and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing DJ Style to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by New Order. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unwound,
Organ,
Marvin Gaye,
Fear,
Fugazi,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anakelly,
The Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oblivians,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pop Group,
Black Sheep,
Quando Quango,
Funky Four + One,
Ronan,
The Fuzztones,
The Stooges,
Whodini,
Country Teasers,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Skatalites,
Peter & Gordon,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gladiators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Theoretical Girls,
Section 25,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Clear Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MDC,
Japan,
June of 44,
Dark Day,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Motorama,
Oneida,
Colin Newman,
John Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Beau Brummels,
Bad Manners,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Happenings,
Radiohead,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.